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All %s that hammer,
We lay the rails at the dock,
With pay day come in our hearts,
And in the cool of the evening.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So lay the rails and play, friends,
With pay day come filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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